Mist slinks over the hill
wraps around the magnolia and pin oaks,
a thin shawl against the morning chill.
The next photo on the left is a work-in-progress. A mini painting of two little corgi pups. Not the best photograph, and obviously the painting isn't finished. I'm hoping to finish it today. This is Saturday's photo and below is the poem for Saturday:
Cows low in the distance
Chorus for the train whistle--
Midnight to Georgia
or Hank Williams' restless ghost.
Friday's photograph is of the latest addition to our family: Gracie. Gracie was a little kitten born on the grounds of the correctional facility where I work. Her mom disappeared, and Gracie started hanging out at the warehouse. We fed her, as did the inmates that worked there. For a long time she wouldn't come near anyone, but we managed to coax her into a crate one day, and I brought her home. She's now my studio cat, along with Eddie and another stray, Casper. And here's Friday's poem:
She escaped from prison
an inside job
no one objected
no parole or probation
And finally, the photo for Thursday (below) is of my art student with her self-portrait. It took awhile, but she finally finished it and I'm so proud of her! And to shamelessly promote myself, the paintings on the wall behind her are mine.
And here's the poem for Thursday:
A mockingbird in the flower pot
gives me a nasty look,
as if I have intruded on a private moment--
or caught him up to no good.